Chapter 37 How do you talk to your son?

"Ah Huan, why did you think of calling me today?"

Yang Wenfeng guessed the reason in his heart, but pretended not to say it. He wanted the boy to speak for himself.

Don't act like I owe you money every time you ask me for money.

"Oh, nothing. It's the same thing as before. You said you wanted to invest in my company. Now the company has added a few more businesses, and we need you to invest more money." Yang Huan said confidently on the other end of the phone.

"Invested in several more businesses?" Yang Wenfeng was a little surprised.

He has only been in the UK for a few days, how much business has he already invested in?

He bought four limited edition Aston Martins, acquired Southampton, acquired a Chinese restaurant, invested money in building a new training base in Southampton, and then made a big signing. Now, he wants to invest in new businesses?

Oh my god, my heart can't take it!

Is this beloved son planning to invest all his assets in the UK?

Yang Baoping, Yang Huan's grandmother and mother were all standing by. After hearing what Yang Wenfeng said, they were all very curious. Grandpa Yang Baoping even wanted to snatch Yang Wenfeng's cell phone and ask him about it clearly.

"Tell me, what do you want to invest in?" Yang Wenfeng asked, panting.

"Nothing, I just feel that life is a bit boring, so I want to invest in a company, make a few games and software, and then release them for free so that more people can play with me. As for the investment, it won't be too much, 10 or 20 million should be enough."

"Ten or twenty million? RMB?" Yang Wenfeng felt a little better.

But Yang Huan's answer almost suffocated him.

"GBP!"

"Twenty to ten million pounds? And it's free. Just because you're bored, you want to find some people to play with you?"

Yang Wenfeng lost his voice a little, and his voice became louder, "You are such a jerk!"

Everyone in the Yang family hall also noticed it, especially Yang Huan's mother, who was afraid that her son would make his father unhappy.

Yang Baoping snorted twice, "Who are you saying is a traitor? How do you talk to your son?"

What Yang Wenfeng fears most is his father, an old Communist Party member. This fear has existed since he was a child and he cannot change it even when he grows up.

"Anyway, let me think about it." Yang Wenfeng said to his son on the phone.

He felt that he should think carefully about whether he should continue to allow his son to act so recklessly outside?

Do you really think your family owns a bank and can print your own money?

"Well, you should think about it." But Yang Huan on the other end of the phone seemed very calm, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't agree. I can mortgage Southampton to the bank and still get a loan. I just don't have to pay interest if I ask you to invest."

"I..." Yang Wenfeng wanted to curse after hearing that.

How can it be said that the difference between a biological father and a bank is simply that you don't have to pay interest when you ask your father for money?

I gave birth to you and raised you, am I just a little better than a bank?

But his wife and father were there, so he had to endure it.

Seeing him like this, Yang Baoping sighed inwardly and stretched out his hand, "I've never seen a father like you. Give it to me, I'll tell Ah Huan."

Yang Wenfeng handed the phone to his father angrily.

Yang Baoping reached out and grabbed the phone, put it to his ear, and asked with a chuckle, "Ah Huan, are you bored over there?"

"It's not that I'm bored, Grandpa. I just suddenly feel like making a few games."

Yang Baoping still laughed, "Then why is it free? Isn't it a big loss?"

"Is free good? As the saying goes, if you don't take advantage of a bargain, you're a bastard. Who in the world doesn't like to take advantage of a bargain? If it's free, everyone will come to take advantage of you. The more people come, the more fun there will be, right?"

It really makes you feel like a fool with a lot of money.

Yang Baoping listened, hummed, and nodded, "You're right, the more people there are, the more fun there is."

After a brief pause, he made the decision on the spot, "Okay, don't worry about your dad, I support you!"

"Okay, thank you Grandpa!" After saying that, Yang Huan hung up the phone happily.

Yang Wenfeng was a little confused, "Dad, why do you always let him do whatever he wants?"

Yang Baoping sighed and pointed at his son. "You, you are getting more stubborn as you get older. Listen to what Ah Huan said. If it's free, more and more people will come. Everyone is rushing to take advantage of it. Do you think it's still a bargain?"

Yang Wenfeng was so concerned that he was confused. When his father said this, he was immediately awakened.

"I attended a forum for entrepreneurs in Longhai before, and many people mentioned smartphone games. It is said that the revenue share that Apple Store gives to developers has exceeded one billion US dollars, and the scale is still increasing rapidly. Many young entrepreneurs choose to develop in this field."

At this point, Yang Wenfeng looked at his father, "Dad, do you think Ah Huan is interested in this market?"

"I don't know if it will happen, but I know that Shi Yuzhu made a fortune in the online game market by providing free games." Although Yang Baoping is old, he has not fallen behind the times.

"I think, since Ah Huan is interested, let him give it a try. Young people have plenty of time to try. Success or failure is another matter, but the courage to try is something that no amount of money can buy."

After hearing this, Yang Wenfeng felt ashamed and had to admit that, at least in terms of educating children, he was not as good as his father.

"By the way, Lao Zhuang called me from Kyoto a few days ago and mentioned Ah Huan during the chat. He said that he had seen Ah Huan several times in the newspaper recently and wanted to learn more about her situation. He heard that Lao Zhuang's granddaughter was also studying in the UK."

When Yang Wenfeng heard this, he opened his eyes and said, "Dad, you guys wouldn't..."

"Go, do we two old guys look so feudal? Can we still expect young people these days to follow their parents' orders and matchmakers' words? Isn't this a joke?"

Yang Wenfeng felt relieved when he heard this. He was afraid that these two old comrades-in-arms would suddenly want to become closer.

He knew better than anyone else the reputation of his son in Longhai City in recent years. He also knew that the reputation of the Zhuang family's granddaughter in Kyoto was very different. It was said that those who wanted to propose marriage to the Zhuang family almost broke the threshold of the Zhuang family's door. What kind of dignitaries and royal relatives were there? But the Zhuang family's daughter didn't take it seriously.

In Yang Wenfeng's opinion, his precious son is still unstable, so he needs to marry a gentle and virtuous woman. She doesn't need to be too outstanding, but the most important thing is that she needs to be a good wife who knows how to take care of others and is thrifty and manages the household.

"Don't worry, Wenfeng. The granddaughter of their Zhuang family is good and outstanding, but our Ah Huan is not bad either. I can see that this kid has made a lot of progress recently. You should give him more opportunities. When he has made his own career, if the old Zhuang family wants to marry us, let them come to us."

Speaking of this, Yang Baoping couldn't help laughing. He was looking forward to the scene when Lao Zhuang came to propose marriage.

This old man usually acts like his precious granddaughter is worth a lot of money when he talks about her, which is just the right thing to do to dampen his arrogance.

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Huang Ying stood at the gate of Southampton University, holding a bag of design drawings in her hands.

She was wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a milk tea-colored long-sleeved sweater. She had straight black hair with bangs diagonally parted above her willow-leaf eyebrows. Below them were a pair of tender eyes, a jade-like nose, and a slightly pursed, crimson mouth like a crescent moon.

Last year, the University of Southampton held a campus beauty contest, and she was elected undisputedly with a high vote as an international student.

This also made her famous throughout the school overnight, and everyone knew that there was such a person in the School of Engineering.

Standing at the school gate, Huang Ying felt very uncomfortable with the various looks from the male and female classmates coming and going, some admiring, some coveting, some envious, some jealous. If she had a choice, she would rather hide in the library and read quietly.

A red Ferrari convertible sports car roared over from a distance at lightning speed, and then suddenly braked in front of Huang Ying.

Accompanied by a harsh sound caused by the intense friction between the tires and the asphalt road, the car stopped steadily, successfully attracting the attention of everyone in the audience.

"Hi, Ying, where are you going? I'll take you there!" A handsome British young man stood up from the driver's seat.

Huang Ying knew him, but did not answer. She shook her head, took a step back, and lowered her head slightly.

"Reject? It doesn't matter, I'll wait for you!" said the British youth with a smile.

He was actually waiting there, looking at Huang Ying with a smile on his face. He had been paying attention to this Chinese student for a long time.

She is very special. Unlike many female international students who are eager to find a foreign boyfriend, after she came to the University of Southampton, she rarely saw him outside. He was usually seen in the dormitory, classroom, and library, especially the library.

Everyone at the University of Southampton knew that if they wanted to see her, they had to wait in the library.

I heard that her family is not well off and that they run a Chinese restaurant, but I don't know where it is.

Huang Ying was a little unsteady on her feet. Being stared at like that, she felt as if a thorn was pricking her. She felt very awkward and uncomfortable.

A few minutes later, a black Volkswagen slowly drove up from a distance and stopped behind the Ferrari.

A middle-aged British driver got out of the car and said, "Sorry, Miss Huang, I'm late."

Huang Ying pursed her lips, shook her head slightly, said nothing, and walked straight up.

The British youth sitting in the Ferrari sports car sneered. Volkswagen...

"Ms. Zhang asked me to take you directly to see the young master because she has something else to do." The driver ran over and opened the back door for her.

When Huang Ying heard this, a hint of panic flashed across her eyes, but she quickly calmed down.

She didn't like meeting strangers very much, especially this Young Master Yang Huan, whom her father had talked a lot about recently and whom she often saw in newspapers and on the Internet. Although there were no photos of him on the Internet or in newspapers, she unconsciously associated this Young Master Yang Huan with the image of a rich young man who spent money like water.

In many idol dramas and TV dramas, the actors who play this kind of dandy boy often look very miserable.

Although she had not had much contact with Zhang Ning, the two of them seemed to hit it off right away. From some of Zhang Ning's words and actions, she used her woman's keen sixth sense to detect that Sister Zhang Ning seemed to be forced to be with Young Master Yang Huan.

This undoubtedly deepened her negative impression of Yang Huan.

A dandy boy who only knows how to squander and is extremely lustful!

With this bad impression, she couldn't help but feel a little restless in the car, worrying in her heart, what would she say when she met the legendary Young Master Yang Huan? Should she be more careful and cautious when speaking?

Amid her anxiety, the black Volkswagen soon passed through a residential area east of the University of Southampton.

These residential areas are all two-story single-family buildings, many of which are rented to nearby students, but some entrepreneurs also choose to place their offices in such residential areas. Especially in recent years, college student entrepreneurship has become popular, and there are many start-up companies here.

The driver seemed to have been here many times and stopped in front of a large three-story brick building with great familiarity.

"Well, here it is. Go on by yourself. I have to take Miss Zhang to Staplewood."

Huang Ying still didn't say anything and nodded. She knew that Sister Zhang Ning was in charge of finances. In addition to being busy with the affairs of Wangjiang Pavilion Chinese Restaurant, she had a lot of other things to do.

Seeing Huang Ying getting off the car, the British driver shook his head and smiled, "What a silent little girl!"

Because the Chinese restaurant adopted Huang Ying's design, he had picked up Huang Ying and dropped her off at Wangjiangge Chinese Restaurant many times, but he had never heard her say a word in the car.

But he would not think that this little girl was stupid because of reading too much. On the contrary, anyone who saw her would first be impressed by her strong bookish aura, followed by her intelligent temperament.

It's a feeling.

Huang Ying didn't know what the driver who left behind her was thinking. She timidly walked up the steps in front of the door, gently stretched out her fair hand, and pressed the doorbell twice. She didn't dare to press it more than once for fear of being impolite.

"Who is it?" An impatient voice came from inside the door.

The door opened, and both people inside and outside were a little surprised at each other.

They are all Chinese.

"Oh, you are the Huang Ying that Miss Zhang mentioned, the one who delivered the design drawings to Young Master Huan?" The man with glasses suddenly realized and laughed, "My name is Zhu Liangcheng, everyone calls me Lao Zhu, I am also from the University of Southampton, I am considered your senior, come in and wait."

When Huang Ying heard this, she wanted to laugh. How could someone introduce himself as Lao Zhu?

But the identity of a senior student invisibly lowered her defenses.

"Master Huan, Master Huan, someone is looking for you!"

After entering the door and walking up the stairs, Zhu Liangcheng shouted loudly towards the upstairs.

"Damn it, I already told you I'm in seclusion, who cares? Whoever comes, just wait aside!"

Yang Huan's impatient response came from upstairs.

Zhu Liangcheng turned around and shrugged at Huang Ying. He had a good impression of this fresh and unworldly little girl.

"The young master is in seclusion. Please wait over there for a while and make yourself a cup of coffee."

As he said this, he even laughed at himself, "It's quite chaotic here, like we're at war."

Huang Ying could only smile helplessly.

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